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If I look |
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or if I don't look |
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clouds are always passing over |
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the place I live. |
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The place I live |
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passing under |
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my feet while my mind wanders |
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in a sea of fog. |
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On a ridge |
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seeing through a hole in the fog |
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("A thought out of nowhere comes passing through") |
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I say to myself |
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("I say to myself, like a voice on the wind") |
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"Behold" |
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but I see nothing. |
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Rocks and water and wood |
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not speaking to me. |
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("Left alone to wander above") |
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Slow and uneasy and alive. |
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("wanderer above the sea of fog") |
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I mean the place lives |
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and clouds pass over |
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("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over") |
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the landscape |
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a blanket on stone |
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("where an ocean of glaciers rolled") |
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Land waves are rolling. |
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("Through a fog, this is a brief life.") |
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("Short and cold, momentarily.") |
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("A life as brief as the morning fog") |
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Momentarily, |
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I come out from under. |
